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Full speed along the world's highway

Author: James Mongtomery Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social and Domestic Worship #d223 (1847) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social and Domestic Worship

Full speed along the world's highway

Author: James Mongtomery Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social and Domestic Worship #d225 (1853) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social and Domestic Worship Languages: English

Full speed along the world's highway

Author: James Mongtomery Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship #d224 (1848) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship Languages: English

Full speed along the world's highway

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship #1000 (1875) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship Languages: English

Full speed along the world's highway

Hymnal: Hymn Book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (2nd ed.) #742 (1838) Hymnal Title: Hymn Book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (2nd ed.) Languages: English

Full speed along the world's highway

Author: Montg. Hymnal: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.) #742 (1842) Hymnal Title: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.) Languages: English

Full speed along the world's highway

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #211 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Sacred Poems and Hymns Lyrics: Full speed along the world's highway, By crowds of eager travellers trod, My soul, my soul, a moment stay, To hold communion with thy God. He spake with Abraham at the oak, He call'd Elisha from the plough, David He from the sheep-folds took; Thy day, Thy hour of grace is now. Earth, with thy vanities, depart! My God, I stand alone with Thee; Thine eye is looking on my heart; Oh! what a noon is risen on me! Struck to the ground, like conscious Saul, And blinded with the sudden view, Trembling, astonish'd, "Lord," I call, What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do?" My sins, as fresh-committed, rise; My secret sins, by darkness seal'd, Before my Judge's flaming eyes, Are all in naked guilt reveal'd. Lord, lay Thine hand upon my head; A touch, a word, will make me whole; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, Peace, pardon, comfort, to my soul. 212 Then, though I shudder at Thy sight, Through Him who my offences bore, In light, as God is in the light, I walk by faith, and sin no more. Topics: Noon Languages: English